How Not To Be An Old Maid
by Diana Rosen

The plan was this, to be unavailable just once.
So, on their usual Friday night together she
left town, chose a lovely hotel-by-the-sea
where she paced the floor, dined alone, so
alone, and barely resisted the phone. He dialed
her home for his usual tryst but got no response,
nothing at all. Friends hadn’t a clue, her apartment
was dark. Imagining the worse, he dissolved, fell
completely apart. At 9 p.m. Sunday, exactly
on cue, she returned to be greeted by hysteria!
Drama! (It did please her so.) “Oh, I’ve been
visiting friends. You know …” They drove off
to Vegas the very next week, and for thirty-six
years, they traveled the world, lived as they
pleased. And, yes, she confessed to the fear of
that loneliest weekend but never, not ever, regret.



 

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